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Looking back on where I left off in my last paper, it seems like years have passed. So much has happened and I have already had so many new experiences and met new people. My last few weeks of college, I grew so much, and learned even more than I thought I was capable of. The anxiety and fear I felt my first week of school has faded away and I now I feel as though I can tackle anything that comes my way. One of the experiences I have gone through lately is almost attending the Memphis Tigers football game on September 24th, the keyword here is “almost”. I bought my guest ticket for my boyfriend. I was excited and anxious all day for the game. I get out of my history class and meet him in the University Center, this is where things start to go haywire. We were informed that the Blue Line buses were taking people from campus to the liberty bowl about every 20 minutes. We packed my school books in his trunk and then waited, and waited, and waited some more. We walked around for 45 minutes trying to figure out where in the world these buses were, it seemed they were purposefully avoiding us. …show more content…
I had been in class from 9:40 to 4:05, the last thing I wanted to do was chase down a bus out in the heat. I just wanted to go home and go to sleep. Instead of just giving up on the whole ordeal, we went and dinner at Central Barbeque (which instantly made me feel better) and then decided to go watch the game at my boyfriend’s house. The night took a different route than I had planned but it still was a good night. This day felt like it would never get any better. I was so angry because the night did not go my way, but the night was still great regardless of the circumstances that brought us to
“It looks like we have great tickets to the game today,” my dad said as he opened up the tickets to the Illinois vs. Arizona State football game. We were going to be taking a three-hour drive to Champaign-Urbana, Illinois to go watch the game. I was super excited. I love Illinois’s campus. We were going to be going with our family friends Joe and Justin, and there father. Joe and Justin were both looking into colleges to go to. They were at our house with us when we looked at the tickets, we were about to go to the game. “Wow,” Joe said as he looked at the tickets “this should be a great game if Illinois could pull off the win!” “Yah,” Justin replied super excited for what the day might be bringing him. We all piled into the car. My dad started the car and started driving. I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen today. I had been a big Illinois fan ever since I could talk. We all started telling each other funny stories of different embarrassing things that had happened to us. We all started laughing when all of a sudden my dad interrupted me telling everyone one of my stories, ...
The next day was the second game for Ole Miss. They won 74 to 43. I love to win but I felt kind of bad for the teams we had to play. The last day in Atlantis my Mom and sister went to get souvenirs before we headed to the airport. The flights back home did not go as well as the flights to the Bahamas. We had long lines in customs, layovers, delays, and had to get off the flight because we didn’t have a pilot. We did not arrive in Memphis until 3:00 A.M.everyone was very tired and ready to get
After a fumble recovery, my team was awarded the ball at the 50 yard line. The time left on the clock allowed us for one more play to win the game. Looking around at the players in the huddle not only did I see the fatigue that resulted from the game but I also saw that each one of them had determination to win. I called out the play and sent my fellow warriors to give it one last shot. As we approached the line of scrimmage the crowd grew deafening. They had cheered us on throughout the frigid temperatures of the night and now that the game was nearing an end they revealed to us that they too still had faith.
I got up at five thirty in the morning to change and make myself look presentable for the day ahead. My roommates and I packed up our bags, careful not to leave anything behind. Getting on the bus was now becoming very tedious to me, but again I entered the vehicle. Today, we were heading to Cedar Point. We arrived and filed out of the bus and got into our little groups. This day, was the day I’d get over my fear of roller coasters. Going to ride after ride and then halfway through, going to see our rankings for our small recital. Our class scored first place for overall best Junior High Choir, mainly because we were the only Junior High Choir performing the day before. After awards all choirs dispersed to go back to their fun day at Cedar Point. We got back into our groups, some members leaving to join another group while others joined mine. At this point, my small group had doubled, so half went on some rides while the rest did something else. My half of the group consisted of Izzy, Iven, Heidi, Jamie, Marissa, and myself. We all waited in line for the enormous ferris wheel. It was a hot day and we stood in line for what seemed like hours. Finally we were next in line, then all of the sudden, we got told there was a thunderstorm coming our way and that all rides were closing down. The choir class was ushered into the indoor arcade where my small group stuck together the whole time. We played games and eat Dip N’ Dots until the rain
It’s eight in the morning, and it’s so silent on the bus that you can hear a pin drop. The final soccer game of the season was on April 5th, it was a bitter sweet feeling. The game didn’t start for another hour, but my coach had wanted the team to get there early so we could do warm up drills. On the bus ride to the stadium I kept to myself just listening to music trying to get in the zone. My team was going against the best team in our division. This game was all about redemption; we had lost to this team the year before, and it ruined our chances of qualifying for state. To some people it was just a game, but to my team and I it was the modern day World War 2.
My cousin Josh reminds me of rainy skies filled with sagging clouds when sunshine bursts through and illuminates the world. I used to worry and get stressed about little occur. Our family’s tradition is, as juniors, we travel to Florida to stay with our grandparents. Unexpectedly, Josh had foot surgery, and our plans disintegrated. No playing on the beach, no swimming, no jet skiing, none of the activities we had dreamt about for years. As we waited in the airport, I felt terrible for him. The trip was a disaster, and instead of complaining about standing in the security line forever, Josh stood unbothered masking his pain. Arriving in Sarasota starving, I couldn’t wait to eat fresh fish, but we arrived so late nothing was open but Subway.
When we awoke the next morning, we got dressed and left the hotel headed towards Six Flags over Houston. My grandfather had bought us some coupons for the entrance fee so it would not cost as much. When we arrived, the air seemed very oppressive. The mood had already set itself to a very depressing day. We walked to the entrance and we found out that the coupons were no good. That did not stop us our parents paid the normal cost. We were finally at Six Flags.
My Dad wanted to take us parasailing, and my sister and Carrie (my new step mom) wanted to go shopping. We decided to wait for a boat to pick us up in the afternoon for parasailing, and before that we would go shopping. So we went shopping until we got hungry for some lunch. Me and Tori just wanted to get fast food because we didn’t want to be late for parasailing. My dad decided to just take us to Hardee’s, but it would take us awhile to get there because we had to go to the one closest to the boat, which was about an hour away. I love long car rides, so this was the time for rolling down my window and listening to my music on my
This was it, the game that would make it or break it for us to get into playoffs. I don’t know how my teammates were feeling, but my stomach was in knots. As I was walking into the building all I could smell was the food at the concession stand. A lot of people greeted us with a “good luck.” I was scared I wanted this so bad. I knew I had to get over the butterflies and get my game face on.
My family and I all stood in a circle on the second story of a parking garage, dreading the moment that was to come, but hiding our true feelings for the time. It was time for us to leave my brother by himself at college, and let him begin his individual adult life. We had known about this day for weeks. I often joked with my brother about it, telling him how great it would be to finally get him out of the house so I could take his room. Sometimes, we would start to grow sad about his leaving, but then reassure ourselves that we would still see plenty of each other, if not too much. That superficial thought had remained in my mind all the way until that tearful moment when it was finally time to say goodbye.
It was fun to attend the International Festival Spring 2014 program, because I was excited and enjoyed with different culture groups. According to the International students present their culture symbols, food and country presentations, I learned about Saudi, Turkish, African, Vietnamese, Korean, Chinese and Latin American cultures. It was cultural exchange giving me opportunities to learn and understand other’s cultures. Also, this exchange takes place between two or more different countries, who is trying to promote the same, it helped me more easily to adapt different countries cultures and make friend with them. The cultural exchange has the important role to promote mutual understanding. It was decreased the culture distance with other culture groups, and helps us balance the cultural conflict of different cultural values and beliefs clash between different countries.
This semester, I worked for an attorney office and saw exactly how the House Bill 274 affected the law firm. I worked for a personal injury law firm which was called the Law Office of Branch & Dhillon. I worked for Attorney Dhillon, Attorney Woron and Attorney Barber. My to go person, a really helpful supervisor and paralegal, was a lovely lady named Judy. Judy let me explore all aspects to working at the law firm and even let me have my own office, key to the firm, and my own special “attorney” coffee jug- all which made me feel like I belonged there.
I first became aware that people were different racially at the age of seven years old, when my parents and grandparents would tell us how our ancestors and grandparents were treated by white people before I was born. They taught us about slavery and told us all the things black people would get in trouble for, such as drinking out of the white people water fountain which was not allowed. We would listen to the stories of how my great grandmother went to jail for beating a white police officer for putting his hands on her and calling her bad names. How my great grandmother’s youngest son father is believed to be a white man because of his mix hair texture and white looking skin color.
The clock reads 5:15 p.m. as I walk out the Ruston residence hall doors. I head towards the David L. Rice library, which is about a ten-minute walk from my dorm. As the sliding doors open, the strong aroma of coffee fills the air. I walk past the line at Starbucks and descend down the first flight of stairs. I turn left down the second hallway and enter room 0021. The pale, cream walls and clean whiteboard make the room appear brighter than it really is. Lovely, smiling faces welcome me as I sit down at the desk closest to the door. The clock now reads 5:30 p.m. It’s time to rebuild my faith and connect on a personal level with my fellow small group members.
February 11th, 1996, in the localized town of Spencer, West Virginia, a baby girl was brought into this world. Unaware of how cruel and vindictive the world truly is, she started her journey. Twenty-years later, here I am still trying to apprehend where I fit into this life. My family is of ample size, and most would consider us in the lower class. Throughout my adolescent years, my family relocated quite frequently. Over several years, I finally got interested in our history and government; Only then was I able to review the events in my short time here and genuinely materialize the effects they had on me.